It was many years ago at our first home in Waupun on Church St. Our two kids were finally in bed (Annie was not yet on the scene), and having fed the little ones earlier, Diane and I were planning a late night frozen pizza/T.V. time as we sometimes did. When the oven timer started going off to indicate the pizza was ready, maybe we didn’t respond so quickly, but we did hear a wee girly voice from the corner bedroom:
“Mommy, your hot stove is beeping.”
Kids say the darndest things, and perhaps especially the one we named Elisabeth. On another evening I came into her room and called her a princess. Don’t all little girls want to be called “Princess”?
“I not a princess.”
What are you then?
A moment’s hesitation…
“I a goat-pig.”
Well, forgive your father for insulting you. But we never took up with that name, for which she would thank us today. In fact, she was a princess, but she was a princess I gave another nickname to: “Littlebit”
Our princess Littlebit is turning 18 today.
So we’re heading to the Windy City this morning to celebrate the big day. The four of us are hoping to have lunch (Cheesecake Factory?) and then meet her brother outside the Chicago Theater for a “Free tours by foot” tour of the city. Afterwards we’ll all head back to Wheaton College for Josh’s final Men’s Glee Club concert of the year. It promises to be a full and joyous day.
And speaking of Wheaton, it’s hard to believe but sweet Elisabeth is almost finished with high school and headed there to join her brother next year. It’s early, but right now she is leaning toward a Bible/theology major, which would fit well with her heart for God and love for His Word.
I got scared recently and took her aside and asked her to begin a weekly breakfast date with me. Time was passing so quickly and I didn’t want to miss her. An intentional date time is necessary with her – so busy with school and work and youth group (birthday party with that gang next week) and scholarship applications and piano…always piano. For years now she has been taking lessons from a renowned teacher in the Milwaukee area. My daughter the Maestro. You’d have to hear it to believe it.
So if you see Littlebit and me out on the town Tuesday mornings, you’ll know what’s up. I’m trying to hold off the inevitable, when we have to pay more attention to the oven…because our little princess has left home.
April 11, 2015 at 5:08 pm
What a lovely story. I know that you are both blessed to have each other. But, I hope she always knows how blessed to have such a wonderful Dad!
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April 16, 2015 at 8:50 am
Thanks so much for your kind words, Amy!